✿ Stubborn ✿

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The sun was casting its bright rays on the house. The weather was pleasant. Summer had gone and Autumn had just started.

In the small porch, beside the car and near the little garden Kaif planted himself, Nataliya was sitting on the floor facing the blooming flowers. Kaif was sitting behind her on a chair, his hands were running in her hair effortlessly.

He poured down some oil on his palm, rubbed his hands and massaged her head. He wasn't applying as much pressure as his sensitive girl couldn't bear it.

"You should open a massage center. You know as a side job" She chuckled with closed eyes.

Kaif smiled at her silly joke.

As his hands moved down, he noticed her rough hair ends. He frowned and shook his head.

"Your hair is rough" He mumbled worriedly, continuing his task.

"What!!" Nataliya was enjoying the massage with closed eyes. Her eyes shot open at his words.

"How many times have I asked you to not straighten your hair. Next time I see you using that useless machine, I will throw it out of the house" He warned her seriously.

"I don't use it that much" She reasoned.

"Yes, you do. Stop lying about every other thing" He said angrily this time.

"Acha acha. I am accepting that I use it. No need to be angry" She mumbled.

"Why shouldn't I get angry. You don't even take your vitamins on time if I don't remind you. If I don't serve you fruit myself you don't bother to have it on your own. Now look at your hair. That's what happens when you don't listen to your elders" His mother mode had turned on which turned her mood off badly.

"Acha ama mat bana karain meri" She wined.

(Stop acting like my mother)

"Shut up!" He said.

"You just shut me up when you don't come up with an answer"

"Whatever it is. We are going to the salon in the evening. You need a hair cut" He clipped her hair together after rubbing oil till the hair ends.

"Really! Tell me you aren't lying. I am so excited" She turned towards him in excitement. "I have saved so many haircuts on my Instagram. I will get one of them. I am thinking about getting bangs. What do you say"

"Trimming" He raised his eyebrows. "I meant to say trimming only. Your dead hair ends need to be chopped off not your entire hair length"

His voice held the power he had on her. His eyes stared at hers like he was staring at her soul. If he said no then it was going to be no from his side but she wanted to protest. Why this man just couldn't let her cut a freaking hair cut. Why.

"I need a hair cut" She protested.

"No, you don't" He said, wiping his hands with the tissue paper.

"I want a hair cut" She said again differently.

"It's fine as it is" He rose up from the chair.

For once Nataliya thought to put her foot in front of him to make him fall on the ground. Stupid husband.

"Grow your own hair if you like long hair" She yelled from behind but he completely ignored her going inside.

She kept sitting there on the ground. Her eyes were looking at the blooming flowers. The garden looked beautiful. No wonder why he loved to spend his sunday mornings in the garden.

After a few minutes he came back to the porch but not empty handed.

"Not again" She clenched her teeth watching the fruit bowel in his hand.

"Eat" He passed her the bowl.

"No, thank you. I am fine" She tried not to look at him and his fruit bowel.

"Stubborn" He mumbled and sat down on the chair. He took a cube of apple in the fork and put it in front of her mouth.

She frowned and looked away, showing him that she was angry at him for not agreeing with her for a hair cut.

"Open your mouth" He demanded.

She shook her head like a little child who wasn't allowed to get more candies.

"Nataliya!" He called her name seriously with a frown, and she opened her mouth. She ate the sliced apple. Just like that he made her eat an apple and two bananas.

"Listen!.." He was about to say something which she interrupted. "No listening. Why should I listen to you. You aren't a husband. You are a dictator" She huffed.

"We will also go shopping" He didn't react to her rude remarks and announced to lighten up her mood which worked greatly.

"Yayy! I will do my winter shopping. I have watched new collections of all brands and they all have launched such an amazing articles. I will buy each from every store. I am telling you already!" She was already invested into the plan.

"But you said you won't listen" He reminded her.

"I am a stupid person. Don't you know" She laughed at herself.

"I know" He nodded and raised his eyebrows sarcastically.

"There is this new restaurant opened. We will have our dinner there" She told him eagerly.

"Alright" He ended the conversation in one word.

"Boring" She stuck her tongue out at him who was again going inside the house, probably this time the mama's soul planned to wash the dishes because Nataliya had no plans to do it till now. It was sunday and it was off for the house helper.

Later in the evening, she got her hair trimmed. Even just after trimming she looked fresh. They went to a mall and Nataliya tried her best to put a dent on his credit cards but here he didn't say a single word to stop her.

"You know you can just say stop and I won't buy anything more" She reminded him who was the boss.

"Why should I?" He asked, interestedly.

"I am wasting your money" She smiled.

"I make enough money. So, you can happily waste it. Shall we ma'am!" He pointed his hand forward and wrapped her heart around his finger.

She bit her lower lip. Her heart fluttered at his words and gestures. She passed him an innocent shy smile. He walked behind her with shopping bags in his both hands.

In a makeup shop, Nataliya wanted to try some lipgloss but didn't want to make her hands dirty so she turned towards him who was checking out the makeup products as if it was something of his interest.

"Sir! I need your hand" She took his attention with her words. He turned towards her instantly.

He raised his hand in the air unknowingly of what's going to happen next. She grabbed a lipgloss and swatched it on his hand.

"Eh! Not nice" She mumbled and looked up at him for his opinion.

"No" He replied calmly. Instead of scolding for using his hand in the middle of a busy shop where passer by women and men were staring at them. He was standing there calmly and let her do whatever she wanted to.

"This one looks good" She swatched a baby pink colored gloss.

"It's nice" He gave the green signal and she put the gloss in the cart.

The sales girl passed her a warm smile. It wasn't a new scene for her to see men helping their women choose the right products for them but this man seemed so different. He was there to help but not once he grabbed something or said something on his own. His personality was different, much different from the girl he was with.

The girl handed him a makeup remover wipes at the end which he rubbed on his hand to remove the swatches.

"Rehne dete itna acha hath lag raha tha" She giggled.

(You shouldn't have wiped it. It looked so good)

"I would like to have it differently" He said in his husky voice, glanced at her for a moment and walked to the counter leaving her struggling to understand what he actually meant.

Girl it's fiction. Stop raising your standards😭😭

P.S I am telling this to myself🙊

🦋🦋Haye Kaifi pookie🦋🦋

He wants the world best for his little darling. Why are you so cute Kaifi without even trying a bit💗

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